I was sold when I opened my eyes! My sick and disabled husband comforts me every night after he wake

She deliberately exaggerated the severity of his illness, which startled Nie Shuren, causing him to withdraw his hand, clench his fist, and ask:

"Since you say you have medical skills, then in your opinion, how should this illness be treated?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly and reached into her pocket to take out a box: Anxin Jingqi Oral Liquid. "Drink two vials before bed every day, for seven days as one course of treatment."

Looking at the strange medicine bottle, Nie Shuren blinked a few times, and Wu Juan asked curiously as well.

"I didn't see you holding anything just now, where did you get this from?"

She replied with a somber expression:

"As I just said, I was enlightened by a deity when I was cutting pig feed on the mountain in my early years. I can touch medicine with my bare hands. Village Chief Nie, take the medicine first. Come back to me for another box after three days if your symptoms improve. If they don't improve, I will not mention being a barefoot doctor again."

She calmly finished speaking, then turned to look at Wu Juan.

"By the way, Nie Yuan bought these pastries for you. He ran into me on the way and asked me to bring them back for you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Juan's face immediately darkened.

She originally thought she had gotten a good deal from Ling Lanzhi, but she never expected that it was her own son who bought it. She really regretted being so polite to her just now.

Looking at the strange box of medicine on the table, Wu Juan pursed her lips and shook her head, offering a reminder.

"Don't eat this stuff carelessly. What if she's trying to harm you? Nobody knows what that girl is up to."

Although Nie Shuren felt that Lan Zhi had no reason to harm him, he dared not easily believe it when he saw such strange medicine.

When Lan Zhi returned home, Mo Ning eagerly pressed her for answers.

"How's it going? Did he agree?"

Lan Zhi shook her head.

"No, but I'll agree."

Mo Ning's eyes flickered dimly for a moment, then she asked again,

"Lan Zhi, there's something I'm curious about. You always say you were enlightened by a deity and can conjure pills with your bare hands. If that's the case, why didn't you use your medical skills to make money when you were in the Ling family? Why would you agree to marry a cripple like me for money?"

When this question was raised, she gave a helpless chuckle.

“The Ling family has treated me badly, so why should I let them live a good life? Besides, I told you before that I agreed to marry you because I was unsure about my medical skills and wanted to find someone to experiment on. It just so happened that your family came to arrange the marriage, so I agreed.”

She deliberately acted as if she didn't care about the matter, because she didn't want to put too much pressure on him.

"If you can heal me, you will be a miracle doctor..."

"I wouldn't dare call myself a miracle doctor. But if I could cure you, I wouldn't need to go around trying to make money. You're a grown man, you could at least guarantee me a comfortable life!"

At this point, she moved her face closer and winked at him a few times in a provocative manner.

"You still owe me a wedding night."

Mo Ning's face instantly turned bright red with embarrassment, and she burst out laughing.

"Haha, look how scared you are! I was just kidding. Okay, you sit down first, I'll go cook some noodles. Tonight we'll have scallion noodles."

As she spoke, she patted her clothes and walked towards the kitchen, while Mo Ning stared blankly at her retreating figure.

He secretly vowed in his heart: if he ever stood up again, he would first take back everything that belonged to him, and then he would give her a grand wedding and make her a happy wedding night again. He wanted to make her the happiest woman in the world.

……

That night, Nie Shuren lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

This time of year is always the hardest for him.

Wu Juan rolled over and let out a long yawn.

"It's like this every day. If you don't sleep, I can't sleep either. You'll drive me crazy sooner or later."

Nie Shuren sat up abruptly and retorted irritably:

"I think so! You shouldn't sleep either, get up and talk to me."

Wu Juan turned away impatiently.

"It's the middle of the night, I don't have time to talk to you. Spring plowing is about to start, and there's work to do tomorrow. You should go to sleep!"

"Sleep, sleep, how can I sleep? I can't sleep, how can I sleep? Get up and get me some water."

"Go by yourself, I'm going to sleep now."

"Hey!"

Nie Shuren sighed deeply, lay down again, and tried to close his eyes tightly, but his eyelids still felt hard...

He started to tossing and turning again, and Wu Juan yelled at him.

"Go and take the medicine that Mo Ning's wife prescribed for you."

Nie Shuren snorted unhappily.

"You want to kill me?"

"Eat it! It'll save you trouble if you die."

After saying this in anger, she shifted her body away, pulled the blanket over her head, and continued to sleep.

Nie Shuren sat up with a sigh, stumbled to his feet, blew on the kerosene lamp on the table, and hesitated as he looked at the box of medicine on the table.

He wanted to eat it, but he was also afraid of being poisoned.

If I don't eat, I'll be tortured to the point of wishing I were dead.

Hesitating for a moment, he picked up a bottle of medicine and, following Lan Zhi's instructions before she left, opened the plastic cap, inserted the straw, and then took out another box and did the same thing, inserting the straw.

He placed the two bottles of medicine on the table, staring intently at them. Just as he was about to pick them up and drink, he suddenly put his hand down.

This medicine is so strange, even the box, the bottle, and the straw are odd.

He had heard before that poison was usually stored in glass bottles, and looking at the glass bottle on the table, he became more and more convinced that this was poison.

He really didn't dare to joke about his own life.

After much deliberation, he finally decided not to test the poison on himself; if he were to die from it, it would be too late to regret it.

He got up and went outside, sat on the stone bench, looked at the stars in the sky, and sighed repeatedly.

It was already late at night, and the entire Kangzhuang Village was so quiet that apart from the chirping of insects and birds, there was no other sound.

Everyone else was sleeping, but he couldn't sleep. If this continued, he feared that, just as Ling Lanzhi had said, his hard work would be wasted, and he would die from exhaustion.

After sitting outside for a while, he gritted his teeth and decided to drink the medicine. Even if he was poisoned to death, it would be better than dying like this.

Having made up his mind, fearing he might regret it, he quickly returned to his room, strode to the table, picked up the two pills, and drank them down in one gulp.

After drinking the medicine, he felt he should just wait to die. Instead of going straight to bed, he rummaged through the wardrobe.

Wu Juan was awakened by the sound of him rummaging through things, and angrily scolded him:

"Why are you looking for something in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Where is the new outfit I had made for Chinese New Year?

Wu Juan sat up angrily, "What are you looking for clothes in the middle of the night? Are you trying to kill me?"

Without a second thought, Nie Shuren nodded.

"Yes, I'm going to die. I'll drink that medicine. I need to put on my new clothes first. I want to die with dignity."

Upon hearing this, Wu Juan was wide awake.

She scrambled to her feet, rushed to him, and tearfully asked him what was wrong.

"How can you drink? How can you drink so much? If you can't sleep, just call me. I'll chat with you, I'll sit with you. What will I do if you die? What will happen to Yuan'er?"

Nie Shuren took two heavy breaths, clearly annoyed.

"I called you, but you ignored me, so I thought I might as well die. Alright, I've already drunk it, it's too late to regret it now, crying won't help. Hurry up and find me my clothes, then send someone to inform Yuan'er. Oh, and if I die, don't be stingy with the money, Yuan'er has to take over my job..."